I wrote this a while back, a poem based on my passion for my profession
I wake, rise and put on scrubs/
Clock in, set up, and clean out grooming tubs/
We say hi and start to check in/
And now this emotional war can begin/
We wear the hats of receptionist, technician, and doctor/
We work hard, fight emotions and try not to falter/
We take on the love of so many pets/
Then we deal with the public who fuss and fret/
We teach the masses on animal health/
We take the insults of those flaunting wealth/
We fight back the urge to show our wrath/
To those clients who truly psychopaths/
We watch or puppies and kitties grow/
We parade them around and revel in the show/
But we go to war in the battle for their health/
With no armor earning new scars on our self/
Pet, client, tech, doctor, receptionist all earn so much pain/
All for the pets greater gain/
For the many battles won there is a loss/
One’s so great there are tears everywhere from tech to boss/
People think it’s all fun and games/
No one ever thinks of our emotional cuts and pains/
Veterinay medicine is our profession/
Making sure you loved one is healthy is our obsession/
Not everyday is easy is our confession/
But no one has a stronger heart than the ones in our possession/
We never really clock out, we work all hours/
We work in veterinary medicine, what’s your super power?
Tell me what you think
A few days back I wrote a poem titled S.W.A.G., which stands for Some Will Always Go. What I was getting at is that some members of our society always go with the will always fall into the trends of the media and/or the will of others that ate in a position of “Power”. By power I mean those in the media with influence over the masses. These people include but aren’t limited to celebrities of the music and film world, magazines that instruct you on what is in and what isn’t, and tv shows/trends. I wrote the poem because more often than not I see a lot of people around me following the trends of the masses, losing their individuality and a lot of the time their morality. Whether they are buying new shoes and dependent on a government program to feed their kids or people with so little respect for each other they address each other with derogatory slurs. It just enraged me at times, here read it,
The world today lives for Swag/
And the pursuit of the name brand tag/
S.W.A.G., Some Will Always Go/
Go along with the plans of their foe/
What foe? The materialistic mainstream mindset/
The need to out do your own people, and call ppl derogatory words and not fret/
Some kids have never seen a real human adult/
If you ask them to identify ppl, bitch hoe trick and nigga will be the result/
Young men embark upon their Jordan’s quest/
Young women try to see who’s pregnancy is best/
All on a journey of no work to get Money/
Refusing to believe education could lead to the land of milk and honey/
S.W.A.G., it doesn’t always bode well/
Some Will Always Go along with another’s will/
The will that leads to a followers mentality/
The path will compromise your morality/
Sending people to a world where no one pays/
A world where Nigga I’ll kill for them J’s/
A reality where she said she’ll never work/
I’ll pull me a baller with the power of twerk/
A world where December is no longer the limit of Jolly/
Because the masses get turned up on that Molly/
A world where every thing we must wear is rare/
Because I don’t worry about anything, I’m on welfare/
These people live by the creed of swag/
If you aren’t flaunting them riches, you’re a rag/
There is no need to take a stand/
Why use my mind and be a man?/
I’m trying to be the most hated/
I’m trying to see how quickly I get faded/
Everything in my small world will be alright/
Because I got a job moving that White!/
S.W.A.G., the disease affecting our minds/
Trying to keep up with trends is making us blind/
Some Will Always Go towards the fads and lack of individuality/
Some Will Always Go away from intelligence and factuality/
Stuck trying to have the top Hashtag/
Because they are in the mentality of S.W.A.G.
With that said, I’m not saying I’ve never bought a pair of new expensive shoes, or used generational slurs/slang. That’s just part of growing up in your generation, but I didn’t let the trends consume me and I grew out of those ways and tendencies. What I don’t get is why these things have power over so many of us? Why Are young men compelled to call young girls bitches and hoes? Why do girls rely on pregnancy as a means of relationship/financial survival? Why do so many people turn to drugs and drinking to feel good? Why do so many of us have a S.W.A.G. mentality?
What can we do to stop it, or at least alter it. Each generation will have its own sense of style. But style must not give way to mind alteration right? Just because you want to dress in the trendiest clothes of the time doesn’t mean you should seek to be a better person. Your style should prevent you from hunting education or respecting your peers/elders. Your style should never give rise to the need to use violence/treachery to obtain something that’s “In”. Once your style aka swag gets to this point it’s no longer style, it’s shackles. Iron clad shackles around your soul that have kept you from achieving your full potential as a human being. Do we really want that for ourselves? We already only use 10% of our brain power, why limit ourselves more just because we look good in Gucci? Swag just isn’t worth it, because it’ll most likely all be worthless by media standards within a few years anyway. So why follow up with it if it’s just a hindrance to us as a species when it gets taken to this level?
But that’s just my two cents on my observations of the world around me.
Earlier today I was making my evening commute home and I witnessed three different faces of humanity. If you’ve ever been to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in the summer then you probably know that highway 544 is pretty busy during the day. Today was no different as I headed for home. As I neared an intersection that was in close proximity to Coastal Carolina University the light was turning red and people were taking their final moments to turn down a residential road. This is where I met the different faces of reality. Two cars and a moped all were making left turns as the car ahead of mine approached the intersection. The two cars heading east made the turn, and the moped made its approach. This is the moment that order gave way to chaos. The moped driver, whom I later learned was Jeremy Miller, was going less than 15mph and started to make his way through the intersection. The one car ahead of me saw his chance to go once the moped went through so they advanced, BUT the moped went through some gravel causing the wheel to lose traction. The moped jerked hard and threw him down hard. He slammed his arm on th asphalt and the back of his head. Luckily he was wearing a book bag so his head was spared some damage. On the split second that this happened the three faces appeared.
The first was the face of Indifference which was worn by the driver of the car ahead if me that was trying by any means necessary to make it through this light. They actually sped up when Jeremy fell and swerved into oncoming traffic to go around his unconscious body. He shot down highway 544 without even looking back. Truly indifferent to humanity in need.
The second was the face of Compassion within Chaos. At all four sides of the intersection a member of humanity stepped up to wear this face. To my right an older lady rushed from her car to the young man’s side first trying to get him to respond. I parked my car and rushed to him and began to help her rouse him. To his left another older vacationing last called 911. A third younger woman rushed from a few car lengths behind us and helped stabilize his head and began to triage the situation because she was a nurse/emt on vacation. A guy who works as a pool table transporter brought over blankets for him, and another began to divert traffic around him. All in a matter of seconds we reacted. Blocked traffic, roused Jeremy, and focused on helping him maintain consciousness as we awaited help.
The third most heinous face was the face of inconsiderate evil in my opinion. A man on a motorcycle was behind me before I stopped my car and was irate that the traffic flow halted for an unconscious man laying in the middle of an intersection. He began hurling insults and cursing at the guy directing traffic and trying to make us move the victim. With him being a possible head/neck trauma we wouldn’t dare move him so we ignored him, but the insults kept coming. Once two off duty cops arrived and had a word with him He quieted down and was finally directed through.
After the paramedics arrived they tended to Jeremy and got him sent on his way to the hospital. He seemed like he was going make a recovery from his fall. After the rest of the witnesses and I made our police reports I started on my way home. I started to wonder about the three faces of humanity I witnessed. My instincts pulled me to help. That irate guy’s instincts told him to berate the people around him. The guy who almost ran Jeremy over once he fell chose to run away as fast ad possible. I can’t blame them from leaving, it wasn’t a family member of theirs. But at the same time it was a member of his species.
I don’t know if it was the fact that I’m a veterinary technician that instantly drew me from my car, or just an instinctual need to help That was born into me but I chose to help. My question is, what would you do if you saw a person take nasty spill would you:
A. Help them out
B. Be indifferent
C. Be disgusted with the situation
Let me know,